I felt her moving behind me. My breath caught and held as I waited for a count of 1, 2..3..

“Where is she looking?”
“At me, but I think at my bottom lip, definitely not in my eyes.”

A whistle, the sound and then seconds later, fire.
I bit down hard on the scream before it pushed through my lips.
I looked him in the eyes.

“Now she’s looking. Her vulnerability is breathtaking.”

Her whisper in my ear, as soft as the earlier pain was still sharp.
“Good girl.”

I sighed as she kissed my neck.
I was hers.